Miles Morales Novel Novels & Stories

Alec stated. “We don’t know how long it will be.” Rolls said. “That’s okay,” Alec said. **** It was nine o’clock before Morris got back to his house in the hood. He breathed a sigh of relief that he wasn’t spending the night in jail. He hated himself, but he wasn’t going to take the fall for people he barely knew. And Anthony was gone. As long as Anthony stayed away and kept his head down, he would fine. His cell rang. It was from a number he didn’t recognize. The caller ID said Mexico. He decided to answer. “Hello.”